I came out for Truman's jog-a-thon fundraiser at school. Being that I was a high school varsity x-country and track athlete I was anticipating this event all week.
Plus, I get a kick out of watching Truman do intensive bodily activities. God gave him beauty and brains. But when God made him a lefty, he accidentally gave him two left feet.
He started out really strong. I kept thinking go Forrest, run Forrest:
Wow! Those skinny, twig legs do work:
Uh oh. Cramp or cardiac arrest?
It just became the WALK-a-thon:
A really...slow...sluggish...pace...walk-a-thon:
He FINISHED!
